Artist: Lil darkie
Álbum: Kill Yourself 2018
Lyrics:

[Intro]
I don't even think they understand
My mama played Bob Marley, my mama, huh, my, my mama
Ayy
Ha, let's get it
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Get it
Yuh

[Verse]
My mama played Bob Marley, my mama knew how to party
I'm a beast on the beat, I might bust on repeat in your 'ville
We on the street and we kill
We the people on pills and the reefer
Hangin' on key for incels, I can't let them give me hell
I can get down, I can get down underground
I'm on a pound of the sound
Louder than shit, you got your blood on my fit
I don't care, I can't see it
I am too lit, lit, lit like a candle
Little hard to handle
You say you a lion but you really just a dandel
You got no feet on the floor
That's why I'm fuckin' your hoe
She liked it though
All of us people with feelings
All of us people with dealings in death
All of us people, we get down
All of us people, we movin' our breath
Weekday, up to my neck in a shift
Get home, I gotta spit what i writ'
Lay down, I got that blunt and it's split
I wish, I could forget about this
Shit

[Chorus]
Get yo' back up off the wall (Yuh)
Get yo' back up off the wall (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Get yo' back up off the wall, ayy (Yuh)
Get yo' back up off the wall (Yuh, yuh)
Get yo' back up off the wall (Ayy, ayy)
Get yo' back up off the wall (Off the wall)
Get yo' back up off the wall (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Get yo' back up off the wall, ayy (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
Get yo' back up off that wall (Ayy-ayy)
Too many kids talk shit, no balls (Yuh-yuh)
When we get down, we do not fall (Ayo)
When we get down we one and all (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Bridge]
If you got feet, I want you to move
If you got soles, I want you to show em, okay, there's too much of this bullshit, people standing up on the fucking wall, they got no feet, nigga, just get on the fuckin floor--
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yuh
Uh
Yuh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh, yuh
Huh, wait, wait, wait, wait

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, I can get down
I can get down on a pound of the sound
And I deal it, fillin' my spirit
I know you hear it, I just might sear it
Burn

but i can get down

kirby!

talk2menicelywhenyoutalk2me (feat. EDDISON & Jenx2)

@killconfirmedd
@m44a1
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💚 SICKO MF FOR THR BITCHES 💚

LYRICS:

I SHOOT HIS FACE IT HURTS
HIS FACE IS BLOWN CANT SAY A WORD
PULL TO THE FUNERAL IN A HEARSE
GOT HIS FACE UP ON A SHIRT
I RIP AT PUSSIES GOT THE HEAT
DIG UP YOUR GRAVE THEN STAIN THE SHEETS
DRUG ABUSE UP THIS SHIT
I SMOKE A PIPE WITH METHENPHETAMINE

WHAT THE FUCK

IM A SICKO MOTHERFUCKER FOR THE BITCHES
I DONT FUCK WITH THEM SLUTS CAUSE THEY ALWAYS WANT SOME KISSES
I DONT LIKE THE WAY YOU TALK BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS SUCKIN DICKIES
LIKE MY BITCH WE FUCK SHIT UP LEAVE ROBBERY WITH HICKEYS
WHAT THE FUCK BITCH, LETS GO FUCKIN HIT ANOTHER LICK
BITCH I FW YOU CUZ YOU ALWAYS WITH ME DOIN SUM SICK
YEA MY BITCH BAD, YOU CANT FUCKIN DO NUN ABOUT IT
EAT SHIT FAG, PUSSY YOU AINT DOIN NOTHIN ABOUT IT

I SHOOT HIS FACE IT HURTS
HIS FACE IS BLOWN CANT SAY A WORD
PULL TO THE FUNERAL IN A HEARSE
GOT HIS FACE UP ON A SHIRT
I RIP AT PUSSIES GOT THE HEAT
DIG UP YOUR GRAVE THEN STAIN THE SHEETS
DRUG ABUSE UP THIS SHIT
I SMOKE A PIPE WITH METHENPHETAMINE

METHENPHETAMINE, YUH YUH YOU A PUSSY ASS BITCH I DONT FUCK WITH YOU

I SHOOT HIS FACE IT HURTS
HIS FACE IS BLOWN CANT SAY A WORD
PULL TO THE FUNERAL IN A HEARSE
GOT HIS FACE UP ON A SHIRT
I RIP AT PUSSIES GOT THE HEAT
DIG UP YOUR GRAVE THEN STAIN THE SHEETS
DRUG ABUSE UP THIS SHIT
I SMOKE A PIPE WITH METHENPHETAMINE

prod. REPAKILLER

THIS SONG SUCKS

OH YEAH!

BOLOGNA (feat. SSJ Daki & ISSBROKIE)

@novafled
@13dge
@chocochipcoochy
@vr-finesse
@747jojo
@leaf2004
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FLEEGANG ANTHEM FEAT NOVAFLED, CHOCO, 13DGE & FINE$$E THA PHANTOM (REMIX)

RANDOM FREESTYLE I MADE CUZ I WUZ BORED LOL

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AP HAMMER returns in Final Form — an anthem for those who’ve been counted out, leveled up, and came back sharper than ever. No excuses. No shortcuts. Just pure energy, precision, and focus. Blending trap power, big-room drops, and cinematic bass, this one hits hard from start to finish.
Turn it up loud — this is what growth sounds like. 💪🔥

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Each track is a mirror — what you hear depends on what you bring.
Same face. Same name. Different fate.
There are no random songs here — only messages chosen for you.
If it reaches you, it was meant for you.


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